[Cards] Departed Helm (Patreon)

The investigator paced alongside the skeletal battalion, their inattention allowing him close enough to carefully tap each. Glances from empty sockets quickly turned to disinterest as their skulls were reflected in his helm's dull metal, and he mumbled,

"5 months, 3 years, 60 years… 400 years, wow. And, 23 days. Only one in the right time frame, so you're coming with me. Someone paid a lot to get you back, kid."

Pulling a blackened coin from his pouch, he flicked it towards the skeleton's shadow and withdrew, still untroubled by the cohort. Once he'd pulled the kid out of the dead march, his part of the job would be done.